Poem for her 715

Dear Readers,


Polka dots

The fabric said
I told her cool
She picked up the bolt
I kissed her fingers
Whispered something
She giggled
The bolt was bought
Yes the whole thing
We bought a few other things
The day was cold
The night warm
The tea hot
The fire blazed
The kisses long
Slow
The polka dot danced
A waltz
Slow songs
Night long
Kisses lots

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.